all the other kids wait
glued to their mothers' side
or talking about their new shoes
or pacing back & forth staring
at the kid who won't stop doing
spiderman moves, won't stop moving
won't let his mother near him while
they are watching, his injuries
sustained during a ninja kick to the
stop sign, he refuses to show these to
the woman-girl who bore him, who carried
him in her own fucking womb while he
practiced same ninja kicks on her insides.
why is he the only one moving. why is he
the only one the other parents stare at
in disapproval before their eyes swing to
me, looking me up and down in that,
'well, no wonder' look.
i'll bet their child doesn't know
the names or 17 human bones.
i bet their kindergartner
doesn't know what animatronics is.
i look them up and down, at their clothes that scream
I AM A MOTHER! I WEAR PANTSUITS AND DR. SCHOLLS!
i think, "well, no wonder."
the sheep raise sheep
and i don't mind raising a wolf.